Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The Girl Who Wanted To Be GodThe bald fist of English winterpummeled your soul.It would not, would not,cease the pounding,lift or pull away.You vaultedhumdrum walls,shrinking around you.What ultimate God-stareprompted you to seal the door,to climb into the tomb?O surreal enigma!Spouting dark dirge-consonantsthat goaded your final triumphant blaze-a controlled head-trip of pure motionhurtling you into the eye, that red-eye magnetlong drawing, burningin your brain, your veins, untilit consumed your flesh.A bitter triumph, they say,a brainstorm from which you failed to return.O ironic victory!When the fat black heart ceased its beat,the virgin queen rose, reborn in God's eye,liberated from her bald wax-tomb.~~~~~Pam PattersonAnd, one I wrote about a bleak time in my own life....Aborted Reason

Slice-and-dice sound biteschew on the worm-germinfesting my slippery skull.The vapid hunger feeds on itself.Like an aborted cancer clinging to lifeit crawls back into the bellyhook-pricks along its raw umbilical.

O the sweet-meat of death dreams:tempting vapors that swirl and curldeep into the night nostril.Mad-mother wakes to the wail of her fetid fetus.Contractions contort the brief sanity-sliversthat pierce the counterfeit labor pangs.

3 comments:

I read these a few days ago and have had to read them several times because they're so intense, deep and heartfelt.

Pammie, you are SO amazingly talented that it just blows my mind. Sharon Olds, Plath and Sexton are surely your contemporaries. Thanks for sharing these with us. They're beautiful and amazing---exactly like YOU! No matter what else you do, KEEP WRITING!!!!!!